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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXIV~
January 2, 2006 | bentfeather/Poets of the Lair

Posted on 01/02/2006 7:52:08 AM PST by Soaring Feather

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©





TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicpoetry; dragonflies; dragonflieslair; freeversepoetry; haiku; lair; musiclyrics; originalpoetry; prose
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

Thanks for the ping Knitting A Conundrum.Can I put it in Our Lady's newsletter?


561 posted on 02/16/2006 8:58:09 AM PST by fatima (Just say it if it is for love-have no regrets.)
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To: fatima

Be my guest!


562 posted on 02/16/2006 9:03:38 AM PST by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

Thank you,freepmail me if you want to use your real name.I am working on the Lenten issue and this poem-prayer is so nice.


563 posted on 02/16/2006 9:09:43 AM PST by fatima (Just say it if it is for love-have no regrets.)
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To: fatima

Freepmailed as requested!


564 posted on 02/16/2006 9:11:06 AM PST by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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To: bentfeather

Blessed Assurance

Good afternoon, ms feather.


565 posted on 02/16/2006 11:09:35 AM PST by Kathy in Alaska (~ www.ProudPatriots.org ~ Operation Easter and Passover ~)
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To: bentfeather

bump


566 posted on 02/16/2006 11:30:36 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; fatima; Texas Songwriter; ...

Good morning everyone.

567 posted on 02/17/2006 6:56:58 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: bentfeather

I don't think I'm finished with this yet, but it's done well enough to read.

(another piece of Passion meditation)

After the Earthquake

After the earthquake
and you got up off your knees, Centurion,
as your men remembered who they were --
soldiers, and not frightened children, and took their places back --
did you look long and hard
on that limp, empty body hanging there on the cross,
battered and beaten at the hands of your men,
and think about the stories about him you had heard?

Had it bothered you as the day wore on,
the impassioned politics of this day screaming for blood,
winding about their strange God in this strange land,
in ways you didn't quite understand?
But you had seen the amount of hate he had generated
in the shallow, grasping power plays
by men who would spit on you if they thought you weren't looking.

Jerusalem,
a city smoldering with tension
as the festival peaked,
threatening to blow up in a conflagration -
and as he hung there like a blood sacrifice designed to appease something unseeable,
did it dawn on you that you and your men were the tools
in the hand of forces beyond your vision,
that painful march from palace to execution site
a dark lustral procession
with you as master of ceremonies?

Such a day.
Standing there, transfixed by his dead gaze,
the blood-streaked face,
the blood-wetted hair
as you looked up into a face touched with no anger, no hate,
but a weary bloodied acceptance,
and a certain, strange peace as in a job well done.

After it all,
after the mockery and the forgiveness,
after the darkness,
after the last drawn out cry,
after the earthquake,
you no longer questioned -
you knew that you had been touched by the hand of Heaven.

"Surely this man,
this righteous man
was the son of God."
you said loud enough to be heard.

Would you have been amazed to know
how long those words have been remembered?


568 posted on 02/17/2006 7:12:05 AM PST by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

This series is great.

The mental images are very strong in this poem.


Thank You.


569 posted on 02/17/2006 7:16:32 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Ping to this poem!


http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/chat/1550597/posts?page=568#568


570 posted on 02/17/2006 7:17:24 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; fatima; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; ...

Good morning everyone.

571 posted on 02/18/2006 6:14:43 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

After the Earthquake


This has scope, and imagery to spare. This feels like a longer poem perhaps, and the depth of detail makes it a tour of mental images that tell a story on several levels at once. I look forward to the whole series!!!!!!!!


572 posted on 02/18/2006 7:15:14 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN (Happy New Year to everyone in this delightfully strange family of the Lair)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

WOO HOO!

Hello there. ;)


573 posted on 02/18/2006 8:36:12 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; Texas Songwriter; fatima; SAMWolf; ...

Good morning everyone.

574 posted on 02/19/2006 5:34:25 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: All

Stanzas
by Charlotte Brontë

If thou be in a lonely place,
If one hour's calm be thine,
As Evening bends her placid face
O'er this sweet day's decline;
If all the earth and all the heaven
Now look serene to thee,
As o'er them shuts the summer even,
One moment­think of me !

Pause, in the lane, returning home;
'Tis dusk, it will be still:
Pause near the elm, a sacred gloom
Its breezeless boughs will fill.
Look at that soft and golden light,
High in the unclouded sky;
Watch the last bird's belated flight,
As it flits silent by.

Hark ! for a sound upon the wind,
A step, a voice, a sigh;
If all be still, then yield thy mind,
Unchecked, to memory.
If thy love were like mine, how blest
That twilight hour would seem,
When, back from the regretted Past,
Returned our early dream !

If thy love were like mine, how wild
Thy longings, even to pain,
For sunset soft, and moonlight mild,
To bring that hour again !
But oft, when in thine arms I lay,
I've seen thy dark eyes shine,
And deeply felt, their changeful ray
Spoke other love than mine.

My love is almost anguish now,
It beats so strong and true;
'Twere rapture, could I deem that thou
Such anguish ever knew.
I have been but thy transient flower,
Thou wert my god divine;
Till, checked by death's congealing power,
This heart must throb for thine.

And well my dying hour were blest,
If life's expiring breath
Should pass, as thy lips gently prest
My forehead, cold in death;
And sound my sleep would be, and sweet,
Beneath the churchyard tree,
If sometimes in thy heart should beat
One pulse, still true to me.


575 posted on 02/19/2006 5:41:41 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: All

"It Will Not Change"
by Sara Teasdale

It will not change now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
With parting or tears;
Death will not alter it,
It will live on
In all my songs for you
When I am gone.


576 posted on 02/19/2006 5:44:02 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: bentfeather
Good Sunday, ms feather.


Blessed Assurance


577 posted on 02/19/2006 6:03:51 AM PST by Kathy in Alaska (~ www.ProudPatriots.org ~ Operation Easter and Passover ~)
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To: Kathy in Alaska

Thank You, for Blessed Assurance.




Sleep well my friend.


578 posted on 02/19/2006 6:05:25 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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To: bentfeather

One and the Same

She moves like Jazz flows,
hot and subtle, mixing and then alone.
She is a single note of perfect tone,
echoing as she turns and goes.

Stopping at the door, she turns and looks back,
and every invitation is made, mine to follow.
I feel the promises, even as my heart fears she’s hollow,
another heartbreak with the dawn, alone in the sack.

Still, I remember how she moved, her soft scent,
and will for a long, long time, such is need.
Lost in memories I drink, as others smoke weed,
listening to the music of the inner blues lament.

There is something in that music that grabs me,
pulls from me, my very heart, my soul.
And for a little time I feel a bit more whole,
even as she breaks my heart again you see.

Sweet and low the music comes to me,
and I let it soak away my tired pains.
Tears like rain on window panes,
wash me clean, note by note as it will be.


579 posted on 02/19/2006 8:27:35 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN (Happy New Year to everyone in this delightfully strange family of the Lair)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Whoa, this is fabulous!


What a Blues poem!!


I love it.


580 posted on 02/19/2006 8:34:23 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~)
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